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Let’s see… I suppose I’m overdue for one of those boring but obligatory personal updates. So. Without further ado…

My sister, Jenny, was married on Sunday. The ceremony was, of course, beautiful–an outside wedding at a flowering and mountainous bed & breakfast outside of Loveland–and the reception, of course, would have been a lot more enjoyable if I had any social graces whatsoever. Huh. Her (now) husband is a super solid guy, though, and their mutual happiness and excitement radiated throughout the event.

They’re now on their way to Lubbock, Texas, where Tory will complete his board exams and year of residency before going into private practice in pain management.

I might note that my grandmother’s attendance was appreciated, but entirely unexpected. Unexpected as in, as far as anyone knew, she wasn’t coming to the wedding. Or, at least as far as anyone knew until 10:00 or so on Thursday morning, when she called from the DIA airport wondering where my dad was. Apparently, she decided, at the last minute to come. She got up at 4:00am and took a cab to the airport in Duluth, bought the last seat on the plane, and was in Denver by 8:00am. Unbeknownst to anyone, much less my father, who she expected to pick her up at the airport. Heh.

Admittedly, she’s losing her mind a bit– all old people do, I guess– but she’s still getting around pretty well (as her sudden appearance in Denver would suggest).

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About Mark Egge

Two truths and a lie: Mark Egge is an outdoor enthusiast, opera singer, and a transportation data scientist. He lives in Bozeman, Montana.